Silent Orison

Each day I wish, for a person I have yet to meet

each night I pray, this time, grant me dear God

a love that’s not too bittersweet.

Today, I wait for you, my beloved,

the next person, I would cry out to,

in sadness through and through.

The one who would make my heart squeeze

in both happiness and displease;

To the next person who is bound to break me apart

I pray this time, dear God,

grant me strength to let go

when he comes, a person, I have yet to know.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Those wishes, needs and wants can leave us wishing for perfect place and love. Rarely can happen and when does. We best enjoy the dance. Perfection is just a myth. I like the flow of thoughts leading to honest ending. Thank you Scarlet for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote